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"I miss you, I love you, I want you. You are everything I've ever needed and I don't even know who you are."

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After the shocking revelation of Steve's girlfriend, Natasha found herself angry. Angry once again at the world who teased her, who choose to dangerously dangling a carrot in front of her just to snatch it away for nothing but a simple laugh.

Although, she wasn't going to give up just yet. Steve Rogers, was her prince. He was hers. Forever and always, meant to be, lost souls, whatever the hell you wanted to call it, he was hers. This girlfriend was merely her enemy. No good story skips out on a villain. But it was her job, as the lead, of course, to take care of the villain, and free Steve from whatever lasting curse that witch, had him under.

Now the question of how she would take care of this obstacle did cross her mind, but she felt like the best course of action will arrive when it was needed. But first, she needed to prepare herself. Instagram. It was easy to find Steve Rogers on Instagram, considering that he labeled himself as an artist.

His Instagram was empty, however. Not a single photo on his feed, not even photos of his art. But that's okay, she would find out more about her prince given the time. He did have one thing though, his profile picture.

Softly clicking on it, she expanded the photo revealing the so-called girlfriend. The only real proof of her existence. She had her arm around his neck, and given the look on Steve's face, she could tell he was uncomfortable. The only thing Natasha could really say about the photo, was as she was actually pretty, but then again so was the evil queen. So was Gaston. Pretty covered the evil.

Quickly looking through his 'following' list she found someone who matched the look of the woman. Gail Richards. What the hell kind of name was Gail, that was no fairy tale name. No. If she and Steve were to marry her name would be Gail Rogers. That's just worse.

Gail was vastly different from Steve. Unlike Steve, her feed was filled with pictures, mainly of herself and food. Each one is marked with a stupid caption. She really had no personality worthy of Steve's attention. Even her profile picture was a selfie. There was no proof that Steve was even her boyfriend. She did have quite a few pictures with a group, Steve was actually in that one.

They were all standing together, her hand on Steve's chest. There was two woman and two men with them. Captioned with "Chosen families," huh. This may be a little hard to get Steve away from this woman.

A knock at her front door drew her away from her investigation. She quickly shut her computer to answer the door. Maria was standing on the other side.
"You will never believe who I just saw at the bar."

"I am guessing you're gonna tell me," Natasha didn't make a move to let her in the apartment though.

"It was fucking Wanda." She hissed. "At the bar. After disappearing for like a year! I can't believe the nerve she had to just come back."

"I mean she does live in New York and you broke up with her," Natasha pointed out. Wanda and Maria had a drunken night of sex and Maria woke up alone to the news that the younger woman had plans to leave town. Maria did not have feelings for her but she was the dumper, not the dumpee. That was just common knowledge.

"Whatever, are you gonna let me in or not? I didn't get my drink." Natasha thought about it for a second, it would be suspicious if she didn't. Begrudgingly Natasha opened the door wider for her friend. "I broke it off with Sharon."

"I thought you weren't dating," Natasha said.

"We aren't. But sex was getting predictable. Besides I met someone- might try and go for that."

"You realize you have a sex addiction right?"

"And there is nothing wrong with that." Maria shrugged. "I simply enjoy all aspects of life."

"Hey you mentioned Wanda is in town,' I might hit her up. Her brother is a PI right?"

"Yea, why do you need a pi?"

"No reason."

"Fine don't tell me, but you owe me some good ass vodka."

"Upper right cabinet."

"Ah, the good stuff," Maria smirked. "Come get drunk with me."

The night later concluded with Maria passing out on her couch after one too many shots. Natasha carefully watched as her friend got drunk, making sure to cut her off to avoid any fatal occurrences. Once she was sure Maria wouldn't be making another surprise interruption she went back to her computer.

Gail had posted a story on her Instagram. She really seemed to be going for that innocent free soul vibe for her social media image. She posted a picture of an old library with a little winky emoji in the corner. Natasha would actually make a bet that Gail had never even read a book off those shelves.

"Let's find out who you really are," Natasha muttered opening up the message portion of the app to message the girl. 'Hey, I saw one of your posts on my explore page, I love your vibe' she typed softly, she had to pretend, talk in a way Gail would.

unsurprisingly, Gail read her message right away. Natasha couldn't help but wonder why she was so lost on social media when she had someone like Steve in her grasp. It didn't make sense, all the more reason to hate this woman.

'Oh my gosh really? Glad to know my page is expanding! What's your name?'

'Natasha, I actually own a book store, I saw that you have a love for books'

'Really? Are you local?'

'I am' Was she really going to trust a stranger who she just met a few minutes ago. This was literally the foolish girl who think she belongs with the main character. It doesn't matter, Natasha was the main character after all.

'Send me an address, I love supporting small businesses!'

'Can't wait!'

Natasha sent the address and then logged out of Instagram. She closed her computer and took a sip of Vodka left in the glass. She let a wicked smile lace her face as she thought about all of the possibilities that could come from this. Steve could be so much happier with her, that much is obvious. She just has to figure out how, and befriending the girlfriend, well that was just the start of this all.

Standing up she walked to the couch where her best friend was laying softly on the couch. Her brown hair was in her face, so Natasha bent down and pulled a strand away from her face. Maria's face was soft, and her breath against her hand was warm.

If her plan failed, for whatever reason, Maria would always be there, with not a clue in the world. To Maria, Natasha would always be perfect, and Natasha knew that Maria was perfect in her own way, if it wasn't for Steve, maybe there could be something there.

She walked away from her friend and went grabbed a blanket for the brunette. Once Maria was properly taken care of Natasha went to get herself ready for bed. Her closet was tidy, just like the rest of her life.

Shedding her t-shirt she opened up a box. It was hidden away from everything, and everyone, in a small corner of her closet. Inside was an old men's t-shirt, she brought it up to her face and smelled it. Natasha smiled taking it all. Taking it over to the bed she slowly removed her shorts before settling down on her bed, her hand slipping into familiar territory.

The soft moans coming from her mouth, as she allowed herself to be taken away from the world, her thoughts flooding onto Steve. Oh, Steve. She will have him, it was only a matter of time. Time rewarded thoughts who are patient.